It is also a coincidence that the Zhang family sells cotton clothes.
Zhang Qiquan, the eldest son of the Zhang family, made a rare trip to the county and accidentally saw the little beggar who lived in a dilapidated temple. He took a closer look and saw her coming out with a pile of cotton-padded jackets.
He was curious at the bottom of his heart and guessed that the little beggar had bought it for someone else. After going in and chatting with the boss, he found out that the little beggar had wholesaled it at a very low price.
Back in the village, my mother and daughter-in-law were discussing the cheap cotton clothes at the entrance of the village. He took a look and found that it was indeed a little beggar.
Then Zhang Qiquan's heart started to become active.
"Twelve-cent cotton-padded clothes sell for fourteen-cent, and they are still so popular. This business is a net profit." He discussed with his family, "If the little beggar can sell it, why can't we sell it."
Whoever makes this money does not earn it.
"But it's inappropriate for us to take over a kid's money-making business," his daughter-in-law Liu Cui muttered.
Zhang Qiquan smiled, "It's precisely because she is a beggar that she can't do anything even if we take away the business."
At most, he could just stare and secretly wipe some tears.
Besides, you can earn two cents for a piece of cotton clothing, and a full hundred cents for fifty pieces. Who can resist this temptation?
After asking his mother to go to the ruined temple to get some information, Zhang Qi picked up all his belongings and rushed to the county without stopping. He bought all the remaining forty gray cotton-padded clothes at the price negotiated by Jiang Sheng.
And they are sold at the entrance of the village early in the morning.
Seeing that the aunties in the village liked it very much, and some people called relatives and friends from neighboring villages to buy it, Zhang Qiquan was overjoyed and just waited to count the money.
But a pile of floral cotton-padded jackets ruined his plan.
Gray cotton-padded jackets were originally cheap because they were ugly, but the little beggar sold the flower-padded jackets at the same price as gray cotton-padded jackets, so who wants gray cotton-padded jackets?
Immediately, a group of people surrounding the Zhang family swarmed in front of Jiang Sheng.
Some people touched the quality of the floral cotton-padded jacket, some asked repeatedly about the price, and some looked at Chang Yan up and down, their eyes filled with amazement.
What could be more convincing than a live advertisement?
Jiang Sheng smiled and made an offer, "It's really fourteen pieces, no bargaining, pick whichever one you like."
One side is dusty, the other is shiny and has living advertisements, it’s self-evident which one to buy.
The aunties were looting like crazy, and out of fifty floral cotton-padded clothes, only a few or five were left.
To be honest, I have to thank the Zhang family for advertising the time at the entrance of the village, so that all the aunties from the neighboring villages heard the news and came. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for Jiang Sheng to sell out so quickly.
In this way, a polarized scene appeared at the entrance to the village of Shili Town.
One person had a dark face, holding a dusty cotton-padded jacket, all alone and unnoticed.
One party was counting the money with a smile on his face, while the aunt who hurried over picked up the two remaining cotton-padded clothes and lamented that she was late.
Jiang Sheng felt the Zhang family's hatred.
But she took her time and counted the coins, fearlessly.
Zhang Qiquan endured it several times, and finally couldn't help but rushed over.
Before Jiang Sheng made a move, several brothers blocked her in front of her.
Fang Heng, Zheng Ruqian, Wen Zhiyun, Chang Yan.
Even Xu Mo, who couldn't move, frowned and raised his voice at the door of the ruined temple, "What do you want to do in broad daylight?"
However, they are too young and have not yet grown up.
Especially when compared with the adult Zhang Qiquan, they look so immature and weak.
"What do I want to do? I want to hit you." Zhang Qiquan raised his arms.
He doesn't take these children seriously. An adult like him can fight six of them.
Fang Heng lowered his eyes, his hand holding the stick gradually tightened, and his arms gradually sank.
He can use his many years of martial arts training to guarantee that his stick can break this man's head.
It's too late, it's fast.
Just when Zhang Qiquan's slap was about to fall and Fang Heng's stick was about to strike, Liu Cui rushed over.
"What are you going to do? You took someone's business, and they took it back. What else can you say?" Liu Cui shouted angrily, "We can't sell it because we don't have the ability, but we can't beat people."
Zhang Qiquan's eyes were red, "This is all our property. If we can't sell it, we will have to drink the northwest wind during the Chinese New Year this year."
"Then you sell it. Why are you beating other people's children? Why do you beat other people's children after taking away their business? Why did I marry such a thing like you? You are so bad." Liu Cui cried and fell to the ground.
Zhang Qiquan originally held his head high, but now he slowly squatted down and held his head helplessly.
I originally wanted to make some money through speculation, but now I don't even have any money for the New Year.
The poor have a low life, so they either have to accept their fate and farm the land to earn a living, occasionally use their brains, and lose all their money.
Are they destined to live a life of poverty?
Are they destined not to be able to eat white flour buns, fat meat, or wear silk and satin?
Jiang Sheng's eyes widened. Although Zhang Qiquan was not a good person, she saw something strange in this man.
Many years later, Jiang Sheng recalled the past and could fully confirm that that vague thing was called the unyielding spirit and the emotion of resistance.
It is considered extremely precious.
Chang Yan, who was wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, walked up to Zhang Qiquan at some point and said indifferently, "Eighteen coins each, we can buy them all."
Zhang Qiquan suddenly raised his head.
Chang Yan analyzed, "We will continue to sell gray cotton-padded jackets tomorrow. We will buy them for twelve cents and sell them for twelve cents. If you want to sell them, you can only sell them for eleven cents. So instead of selling them to others, it is better to sell them to us."
Money not received is not money.
It was rare for someone to ask for everything and immediately give the money. Liu Cui grabbed Zhang Qiquan's arm and forced him to agree.
Forty-three gray cotton-padded jackets, 11 coins each, a total of 441 coins.
After the negotiation, Chang Yan took a step back and looked at Jiang Sheng.
Jiang Sheng woke up from a dream and pulled several brothers to carry the gray cotton jacket over, handing over the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.
The gray cotton-padded jacket bought for 11 cents is cheaper than wholesale in the county.
It's just a pity that there was a flower cotton-padded jacket in front of me that cost fourteen cents. This gray cotton-padded jacket will definitely not be sold for the price of fourteen cents.
Jiang Sheng sighed and talked to himself.
Chang Yan shook his head at this moment, "It must be sold for fourteen cents, and it will be sold tomorrow."
"Why?" Not only Jiang Sheng, but also the other brothers were all surprised.
There is a flowered cotton-padded jacket with beads and jade in front, and the gray cotton-padded jacket is sold for another fourteen cents. How can it be sold? The folks are not stupid.
But Chang Yan didn't explain any more and returned to the ruined temple.
He is quite smart and has enough brains, but he talks too little.
Jiang Sheng was confused in his heart and followed the ruined temple step by step, asking, "Fifth brother, please explain clearly why the gray cotton-padded jacket must be sold for fourteen cents."
Xu Mo was copying a book, and when he heard this, he put down his pen and ink, "I think it's hard to explain."
"Yesterday you sold fourteen cash. Today the Zhang family can sell thirteen cash, but you can't. You have to account for yesterday's customers."
"As for how to resell the gray cotton-padded jacket back to the price of fourteen cents, I can only ask Xiao Wu."
After Xu Mo said this, everyone's eyes fell on Chang Yan's face.
There was a faint pink tint on his fair cheeks, but his whole person remained calm.
After a long while, Zhang Yan opened his mouth and said only two words, "gift."
